Rawa, please roll up my sleeves.
Can I try to make one? </b
Go ahead, try.
All girls need to learn.
Are you happy to participate?
Here, at least eat the ones with meat...
I have four children.
The biggest is Sidra,
she is eleven and a half years old.
Rawa is ten years old.
Mohammad is seven years old.
And Jana, two and a half.
Rawa...
As shy as she is
she is also very angry.
I do everything to give them hope...
We poured concrete on the ground,
because in the winter we used to wade through the water here.
We tried to make the interior pretty with fabrics
so that they don't feel to live in a tent.
I hurt my foot jumping!
But the biggest problem here is that there is no school.
All they know this is what they learned in Syria.
I wish I could give them a normal upbringing
Mohammad, that's enough!
There is nothing for children here.
And it shows, we have no control over them here.
They are not educated neither by their parents nor by the school.
So what will their future be?
Most of the children in this camp will go wrong.
The idea of ​​having to stay here terrifies me.
I don't want to stay at all.
Even if they ask me to stay another year or two...
I would not like
I don't want to see my children stay here for even one more year.
I fear for them.
They grew attached to the place and the rest of the kids at the camp.
I don't want them to become like that.
I would like them to mix with other people.
And let them see how other people live.
We've been here for two years,
and my children have already changed a lot.
They no longer want to leave the camp, stay with the children of the camp, inside the camp,
and stop moving
Rawa is now fifteen years old.
The first time you came Jana must have...
Five years.
Or maybe four years,
and today she has nine.
Fill that out, Jana.
With what ?
With that.
Jane!
Which is my drink?
The second glass.
She often comes to see me in my tent and me too in hers.
We see each other once or twice a day.
She is now married but also pregnant.
She has been expecting a baby for three months.
It means a lot to her so I worry all the time.
I wonder if he treats her well, if she's really happy with him.
If she arrives a little nervous, I always ask her:
How are you, my daughter, how are you with your husband?
I'm always afraid that there is a problem.
But she always answers me: "No, everything is fine, on the contrary,
there is no better than him.
Go get the varnish.
His sister came to ask my hand to my parents.
But the first time my parents said that I was too young.
Then he asked again a second time with his family
And There you go. My parents have ended up accepting.
The first time they were really against it.
Because I was young, I had...
Thirteen years.
I often saw him hanging out in front of my tent.
I saw that he liked me
and that he came to see his friends next to my tent just to see me
Gradually we got to know each other like that, by looking at each other, without talking.
He also came to the small grocery store that my family holds to see me.
Then one day he proposed.
I loved everything about him.
But as long as we weren't engaged, we weren't allowed to talk to each other.
Do you want me to do your toes too?
My parents inquired about it.
He was the neighbours' son,
and like everyone said he was a good young man
They ended up accepting.
Every day I take care of the house,
while he goes to see friends.
I go to the kitchen.
And in the afternoon, I go to see my parents.
Then I come back here to cook dinner.
And then we stay quiet drinking mate.
The first time we went to the gynecologist
He asked me: "Are you not ashamed to have married your daughter so young?"
But he does not realize our situation.
We have no other choice than to let them marry.
There's nothing for girls here. No activity or teaching.
They spend their life in the tent in front of the telephone, or in front of the television.
On the contrary, I would have loved that my daughters study.
Whether one becomes a teacher or another...
When we were still living in Syria, I wanted the biggest become an engineer.
But when we got here, I made a cross on all that.
So when Rawa wanted to get married, I couldn't say no."
I wanted her to at least be able to be happy about something.
They don't have the luxury of other girls...
They're not going to learn anything.
And on top of that, I also have to deprive them of their love story? No.
Rawa?
Rawa!
Yes ?
Take him, his mother is busy.
What do you want ?
I like children very much.
Where is your mother?
Where is Mom?
I love all my dresses,
This one was given to me by my aunt for my wedding.
They all tell me...
"Enjoy your life, don't have children now..." or I don't know what.
I don't really know what to think about it.
I like camp.
If it's not to return to live in Syria in a house, I don't want to leave this place.